Flood Warning & Voracious Waterfalls

It rained all night, but kept the van cool enough to sleep without air conditioning. We woke up to flash flood warnings on the National Weather System blaring it's obnoxious alert through our phones. "Do not travel unless necessary," it stated.

We quickly dressed, made the bed back into a sofa, got our coffee and headed off to Bridal Veil Falls in Highlands, North Carolina. Doug drove this morning. Yesterday, he was getting sick with the mountain curves and my crazy driving. He says that I'm a really great driver, but have a lead foot. Now that he's driving the mountain passes, he understands what it feels like and he gets it, I think. The video dialogue from yesterday goes something like this, "Oh my God, Mario is driving here, the female version. She's trying to kill us. I'm going to get sick. She's crazy. Not sure I'm going to make it." So dramatic. Now as he drives, I imitate him and he laughs. The feminist in me cringes when he says that I'm the best female driver that he's ever seen drive. I must of cringed a little because he edited his statement, "or maybe even the best driver I've seen, except for me, of course."

It was raining when we arrived, but that wasn't going to shut us down. Raincoats adorned, we headed down the 50 stone steps to the waterfall. It's especially furious today because of the flooding. The sheer volume of water and the roaring of the fall was magnificent. As we walked under the fall on the stone cliff, we were both thinking, "What if the this stone above us collapses under the weight of all that water?" We took our moments, our photos, videos and kisses and returned to the van shaking the water off of our coats.Les mer